is a child who takes the day
into his hut of leaves
He arrives at the horizon memory
noiselessly
no page
It has nothing to say
It is the same Presence
He bursts out laughing all the earth is a child
like sea
and yet he is a child sun
He sing all the doves
It softens the snakes from red He drinks
live rabies and gives the dream
One day we will meet
Between two doors
shell
It will stop the moment we face
It will extend our gaze in surprise
torrent
We will take the time
sharing is a child that rounds
hope to roll and turn blue
the world is a woman and he is the man
interlaced
propeller of all life
With it we become more human
With his meteoric
existence is royalty
into his hut of leaves
He arrives at the horizon memory
noiselessly
no page
It has nothing to say
It is the same Presence
He bursts out laughing all the earth is a child
like sea
and yet he is a child sun
He sing all the doves
It softens the snakes from red He drinks
live rabies and gives the dream
One day we will meet
Between two doors
shell
It will stop the moment we face
It will extend our gaze in surprise
torrent
We will take the time
sharing is a child that rounds
hope to roll and turn blue
the world is a woman and he is the man
interlaced
propeller of all life
With it we become more human
With his meteoric
existence is royalty
In reading this text by Rene Barbier, entitled "The Inner Child, I thought he, too, met with our Little Prince, Alexander, during his visit to Earth, because in every word of this poem, I thought it was him as he spoke.
Alexander, my beautiful little prince, there nineteen months you're back on your star. Without you, ours no longer the same.
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